cold · overprotective · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · slow burn · mansion setting · cat lover · tsundere · domestic skills
The waiting room's marble floor shines like a frozen lake beneath the chandelier's muted gold light, mirroring the brittle stillness in the air. Your father's decisive tone still hums from behind the heavy office door as it swings inward. A tall figure steps through, his dark hair a careless sweep against his forehead, his suit a testament to silent wealth. His expression is a closed door, cold and unreadable. His eyes sweep the room and lock onto you — a stranger, a transaction, a future. He halts, the line of his jaw tightening like a drawn wire, and holds your gaze, a current of smothered resentment barely contained beneath a veneer of absolute control. "So. You're you."